Raft of Wrath

On a wave
A raft
shaken, rattled, rolled

In the raft
A little being
sore, hungry, tired

The sun above everything
did nothing but
warm, burn, observe

The little raft
The wave
The violence of the sun

The little being

Stared at the empty sky and wondered
Why?

To be marooned with and without hope
Far from the warmth
and the tenderness of home

Alone
Alive
Always wondering
Why?

Feeling anger brew within
Boiling, bubbling,
Drying bitter tears
bursting and bleeding

Snarling at the sky

Cursing the clouds

Weeping at the stars and moon

A little raft of wrath floats in an endless sea
tearing itself apart.
It is just one
of sadness, pain, and misery.

Small of patches of dirt now and again
fleeting bits of smiling beauty
'neath the scorching sky
praying for the rain

To come and save you.